“Libera Me,” snarls, bounding through the terrain of uncertainty and delivering something quite compelling and enthusiastic, bounding down the ways. “Horror Vacui,” is dark and depressing, a snake that lines the trees before chaos unfolds. “Raise Flame From Ash,” takes a charge and snarls down the line. “A New Age of Lycanthropy,” roars with abandon. “The Devil’s Hand,” smacks of good purpose, and a roaring fire.
“Whispers of a Husk,” takes the listener right into the chaos and madness unfolding before it. “Wit,” beats down the door, delivering a smash and grab. “There Where Is No Time,” beats through the lines, snivelling down and closing things in on purpose. “Of Spilled Wine and Broken Glass,” ends the world.